"I'll make you exactly like Devin if you don't bring him to me in 48 hours! If you care about him, bringing him to me shouldn't be a problem."

"What if he doesn't want to come? You won't hurt him, right?"

She laughed. "Sweetheart..." I clenched my teeth at sweetheart, "Do not worry about that right now. As long as you bring him to me, you two will be just fine. Now, I'm going to let you go." I realized that the car had stopped, and I looked out of the window to my right. We were back at the house party. "You don't have to bring him to me now. You have two days. When he wants to come, you can call or text me," one of her minions handed me a card. "Or you can come to my shop. The address is on the card. Capiche?"

"Capiche," I muttered and nodded my head. One of the minions got out of the car and then pulled me out of the backseat. "Ow!"

I stood there stupidly while staring at the black card as the minion got back in and shut the door. "Good luck!" I heard the woman say as she waved her hand and drove off.

I tucked the card into my bra, turned around to the dark house, and sighed. This is too much. Too much has happened in this one night! I've known Devin for only two weeks now, and my life has already changed drastically. I'm involved in this LMN shīt, and I'm practically responsible for this fool! If I fūck up, like I basically do with everything... I'm going to have suffer along with him. And I lost an important part of me- my phone.

I stormed inside of the house, my fists clenched. Drunk people slid by me along with their dancing friends, alcohol splashing into the air. My hair, clothes, and face dripped with what smelled like vodka. "Ugh!" I growled. I may sound like a bītch, but how would you honestly feel if you were me right now?

I heard a faint, "Elena!"

I scanned my eyes among the crowd, looking for the source who called my name. "Elena! Over here!" I pushed through people and followed the voice into the kitchen. And there beheld Mufusa downing glasses of beer, one by one.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" People chanted. His curly black hair glistened with sweat and his brown eyes were wild. He then finished what looked like his last glass, slammed it against the table, ( I just want you to know the damn glass broke) and gasped for air as everyone cheered and slapped his back.

My jaw dropped. Mufusa looked over to me with a great, sloppy grin like he finally finished binge-watching a TV series. My face still frozen in pure shock, I walked over to him. He shouted in joy, "Elena!"

He engulfed me into a bear hug. He shook me and rubbed my back, and I just let myself fling around. Blinking my eyes, I realized that what I have just witnessed was... real.

"Mufusa!" I pushed myself off of him. Everyone ignored us and either walked off, chatted with their friends, or downed liquor. He looked into my eyes with confusion, like a little lost puppy.

"Y- yes?"

"You're my ride home, damn it! Why would you get yourself drunk, huh? I don't have my fūcking drivers permit yet! Where's Devin?!"

He lazily nodded his head to a chair at the kitchen table, and yes, there collapsed on the chair was a passed out Devin. I stormed to Devin, grabbed a glass of (surprisingly) water, and dumped it onto his face. He gasped and shot his eyes open while I kicked his chair, knocking him onto the ground.

I would do cartwheels right now because I sort of missed him, but I am beyond pissed. Devin let out a long string of curse words, rubbing his head and wiping his face. He tried getting up, but because his a$$ was so drunk, he fell onto the floor again. He winced and rubbed the back of his head.

"Devin! How dare you!" I bent down and glared into his fiery eyes. I crossed my arms and yelled, "Mufusa is OUR ride home! How could you allow him to get drunk!" I pointed my hand to him and we both looked to him. He was making out with looked like a trashy white girl.

"RELAX!" he hiccupped. "WOMAA-AN!" Devin raised his hands and sat up.

"I'm a teen! A teenage girl!"

"Teenage girl! I can driiive!"

"Yeah, DRIVE into another car because YOU'RE DRUNK PETER GRIFFIN!"

Devin threw his right arm into the air. "AYE, SORRY BRO BUT I FŪ-ŪCKED YO BĪTCH LOIS IN THE TUB!" Devin closed his eyes and fell back onto the ground, letting his arm plop into the puddle of water surrounding his body.

"Oh. My. God." I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head. What am I going to do. My two rides home are drunk and ten times more idiotic than they already are. I can't believe I had feelings for Mufusa.. and maybe a little for Devin. I don't know how to get back home. Dad and Crystal are sleeping, I don't have my phone...

I'm going to have to drive. And I don't know how to.

"Get up!" I yelled at Devin while pulling his arm. He barely stood upright, he hung from my shoulder. I limped to Mufusa who was still making out with the h0e on the counter.

"Excuse me," I quickly glanced at her and pulled Mufusa off of the countertop. She put her hands onto her hips as I slung Mufusa's arm over my other shoulder, wrapping my arm across his back. "But we have to get going now. You can still be with this idiot if you know how to drive."

"I'm sorry, I don't. I walked here," her voice croaked.

"Well I apologize, he has to go now." I dragged Devin and Mufusa throughout the crowd and into the hot summer air. I recognized Mufusa's shiny black Mustang and I limped to the car. I let go of Devin and let him fall onto the side of it. I held Mufusa and dug into one his pockets, searching for the key. I felt metal scratch my fingertips. Bingo.

I pressed the unlock button and I opened the passenger door for Mufusa. I threw him in and put on his seatbelt. Devin was half asleep, still leaning amongst the car. I opened the backseat door for him and pushed him inside as well. Once I secured the little toddler, I nervously made my way into the driver's seat. I put my seatbelt on and the ignition key in. The engine came to life and I put my hand on the gear shift.

Here I was, about to kill my only friends and I. I don't even know how to get back to the house. Am I really going to do this? I mean I know the basics of driving...

Thank God for TV.

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Author's Note

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Capiche- 1940's slang, it comes from the Italian capisci. Usually followed by a question mark, meaning do you understand?

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